CHAPTER IV 
The Leaf 
Nobody has to be told how beautiful the Spring is. 
We all know that without being told. We should know it 
if we were blind; we could lift our nostrils to the soft¬ 
ness of the air and the freshness of new things growing 
in the earth. All the living world—men and animals 
leaves From White Oak 
and plants—can feel the coming of Spring. But still the 
poets have to tell us about it. They tell us about the 
apple blossoms and the cherry blossoms and the pear 
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